gonnawreckit | 100m: I'm gonna wreck it! [Action]

[Action (1)]

[This nine-foot tall, barefoot giant of a man finds himself waking up in any old house or apartment, maybe even in the forest. Completely oblivious to the pink wings on his back for now, he instead comes to attention and begins looking around in confusion.]

What? Where's... No! I can't have been taken to another game. I... I was right there! I was gonna save- I... [And his voice goes soft.] Vanellope...

[His eyes are close for a moment, mournfully. When they open, they're filled with hurt anger. And his unusually massive fists are soon put to work... wrecking his immediate surroundings in an angry tantrum, while he shouts loudly. He could keep going until there's nothing left. He will hold himself back from hurting actual people, but he will at least shove aside those who get in his way at emotional heights.]

[Action 2]

[Later on, after being calmed from his tantrum, Ralph trudges through town, defeated and feeling ashamed. First day in a new game and already he's been playing the bad guy. So he makes his way through the item and clothing shops, finding one item in the former which gives him a strong, bittersweet feeling, and then he makes his way out of the village. He only stops at Good Spirits for a round of root beers, trying to keep to himself. That evening, with a sack of bricks over his shoulder, he seeks a nice stump to sleep against, in between bouts of the freezing rain.]

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Interesting name. Quite descriptive.

So long as you stay away from those two buildings, I care not what else you might do. Though a tantrum is perhaps not the most constructive way to work out one's temper.

It's the only way I know how. And trust me, it works.

[Loki shrugs.]

I care not. However, as a second piece of free advice, there are those here that will take much greater exception to that than I.

[A nod of understanding.]

Good guys. It figures. But let them do what they want. I'm used to getting beaten, and I'm done with trying to make friends.

Better to do what you like and not be beaten for it. But that requires far more planning.

Whatever. I'm used to it by now. [And by this point, he feels like he deserves it.] I feel like using as few of my thought processes as possible to vent all this out.

[Loki shrugs.] As you like. Masochism on your part makes no difference to me. [He makes a 'go ahead' gesture.]

Hey. It's a living.

[He gives a wave as he continues walking on for his next target.]

Not a very good one, it would seem. [Loki murmurs this in a sardonic tone.

Then he simply disappears. Because really, he doesn't care what Ralph does from this point on.]